“You can take your timeafteryou give me what I want,” he argues.
Trailing my lips up his neck, I ask in a whisper, “And what is it that you want?”
“Everything,” he answers without hesitation.
With that admission, it gets about thirty degrees hotter in this hotel room, and suddenly, I can’t get my clothes off fast enough.
Shoving my pants and boxers to the floor, I kick my shoes off, step out of the clothes now around my ankles, and lean down to peel my socks off. I don’t wantanythingbetween us. As soon as I’m naked, Vox’s hands are on me, squeezing my pecs, digging into my ass, cupping my balls.
I know exactly how he feels, but it doesn’t stop me from fucking with him just a little.
“Can’t decide where to start?” I tease.
He takes it as a challenge, grabs my shoulders, spins us around, and shoves me onto the bed. Climbing up after me, he lays his naked body along mine, laces our fingers, and pins my hands above my head on the mattress.
The first roll of his hips has me seeing stars.
The second leaves me gasping for breath.
“Doesn’t matter where I start,” he finally says. “I’m focused on the finish. Just like always.”
I wheeze out a strained laugh. “Spoken like the professional athlete you are.”
“Speaking of,”—Vox rolls his hips again, his cock sliding along mine, spreading our precum along our shafts—“how am I doing with that hip-rolling thing you taught me?”
“You’ll probably have a winning finish if you keep it up,” I pant, squeezing his hands for leverage as I grind my hips into his, seeking more friction.
He picks up his pace, but must decide it’s not enough, because he sits back on his heels, straddles my thighs, and takes both of our dicks in his hand. I watch in awe as a trail of spit leaves his mouth and gets added to the moisture already slicking our cocks.
Using a vise grip, he shuttles his fist over both of us while my fingers dig into his thighs as I watch his abs flex every time he thrusts into his hand.
“So fucking hot,” Vox groans. “I’m gonna blow soon, so I need to know…how long do you want to stay in this hotel room?”
I never really took Vox for a planner, but I’m dying to see what he has in mind. I know he’s supposed to meet friends. I know I’m the one whotoldhim to agree to meet them. I was trying to give myself a safeguard, a reason to return him to his real life.
But being in this moment with him, tucked away in arandom hotel room, shutting out the rest of the team, the other coaches, the media, his fans, my guilt, and all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this…I want to stay forever.
“As long as you want,” I hear myself say.
Vox flashes his straight white teeth at me and says, “Good answer.”
Then he climbs off the bed.
My dick jerks in protest.
“Uh, Vox? What the hell are you doing?”
He disappears into the bathroom, and a second later, I hear the shower running. Another second after that, Vox reappears, holding out a hand, requesting that I join him.
“There’s no point in beating around the bush. I want to taste every fucking inch of you, and it’s only fair that you have access to all of me as well. And if you recall, I was pulled from an intense practice earlier today with instructions to change, and no time to shower.”
Holy shit.
He’s offering me access to his ass. His perfect, tight, muscular ass.
I’d convinced myself to believe this adventure would consist of blowjobs, a lot of groping, and maybe some wandering fingers, but I wasn’t about to get my hopes up for more, because I wouldn’t have survived the disappointment ifmoredidn’t come.
Yet, here Vox is, in all his god-like, naked glory, offering me the thing I can now finally admit I’ve wanted since I stepped into that bar my first night here:him.
